- █ █ B A S I C S
█ NAME ▬ Satoru Aida.
█ AGE ▬ 24.
█ NICKNAME ▬ People have these? Shini, Chibi
█ GENDER ▬ Male Hideyoshi.
█ RACE ▬ Ghoul.
█ ORIENTATION ▬ Does edible count?
█ OCCUPATION ▬ Side-kick bounty hunter/assassin
█ PARTNER ▬ Hah, not a chance.
█ STATUS ▬ Nope, no one can hold me down. -- Ace Daemon is technically his guardian/father-figure and was his master at one point.
█ █ A P P E A R A N C E
█ HAIR ▬ Seafoam green and messy because I like to keep it wild and free--I don't need anyone's opinions.
█ EYES ▬ A brownish golden color with unpredictable expressions that can often be quite sinister, but it's in your best interest not to read them~.
█ BUILD ▬ Athletic build with a nice ab structure and enough fluid movement to get around quickly, a bit short but hey that's an advantage for getting in and out easier, the way I move says a lot---cause I ain't telling you s**t; feelings are for suckers.
█ TATTOOS ▬ The ink doesn't sink in too well.
█ SCARS ▬ There's a nice one on the forehead, one around each wrist, and one around both knees below the bone--all are self-inflicted and forcefully made to not heal entirely.
█ BIRTHMARKS ▬ None, thankfully.
█ █ P E R S O N A L I T Y
█ THEME SONGS
█ ▬ Get Jinxed
█ ▬ Bad Intentions - Digital Daggers
█ ▬ Bruises and Bitemarks - Good With Grenades
█ ▬ Wolf in Sheep's Clothing - Set It Off
█ ▬ The Lullaby/The Woodpecker Song (His mother sang this to him as a child
█ ▬ Mordred's Lullaby (The lullaby Ace hums to him)
█ ▬ Kill Bill - Whistle/Twisted Nerve (Shini's "calling card" for when he's on the job, mainly just the first bit of the song)
█ LIKES
█ ▬ Flesh, bones, and blood --obviously
█ ▬ Giving and taking pain --you must give to receive, hehe~
█ ▬ A feeling of empowerment --yeees, fear me, it makes the chase more fun
█ DISLIKES
█ ▬ Regular food --that crap humans eat, y'know? Besides pizza and ice cream, those are okay.
█ ▬ Boring conversations or complete buzzkills --no fun when they won't cooperate~
█ ▬ People over-analyzing him --just stop staring already, you won't get it
█ ▬ Constantly playing "Cat and Mouse" for a meal --stop running already, not like you'll escape...damn, stupid
█ PERSONALITY TRAITS
█ ▬ Quirky --this should explain itself
█ ▬ Unpredictable --don't even try guessing
█ ▬ Sado-masochistic --who doesn't like a little fun?
█ ▬ Immoral --naah, I give mercy~ Just look at my mom!
█ ▬ Indulgent --okay I can't really deny that, ahaha
█ ▬ Morbid --alright my taste for...I guess I can see this
█ ▬ Predatory --doesn't this come with the blood lust?
█ ▬ Blunt --good, if they don't like what I have to say, they can leave or be eaten...I like that option better
█ ▬ Crafty --I do tend to pride myself on my creative ways~
█ █ H I S T O R Y
█ BACKGROUND
*Note: this is entirely from Satoru's point of view.*
Alleys have to be a horribly disgusting place to live, not to mention a place to birth a child. Yet my silly mother had no other choice but to let her body bleed out as my infant body came sliding out of her. Oh, how delightful. Lucky for her, the homeless guys were nice enough to give me a shitty make-shift crib until I was old enough to walk. It's too bad for them that once I was able to walk, my true hunger for flesh grew stronger and their ability to gain medical supplies grew weaker because they were perfect targets for a little homeless toddler. Of course, my mouth was only as big as a toddler's could be, but they still had pretty deep gashes from where I'd pulled the flesh off their legs to devour. It was the closest thing I could reach after all. Most of 'em started avoiding me when they realized they weren't going to be able to touch me without getting a hand chewed through and they couldn't quite heal like me. However, this did fall back on my mother who was actually getting some sort of aid from these men since it's not easy getting money as a homeless ghoul apparently--not that I ever noticed that.
This baby stuff is boring though. Let's fast-forward to when I was a pre-teen. Now that was much more fun. My skills for hunting had become more honed along with my dexterity and speed. I was still somewhat--just a little bit--caring to this mother of mine since she at least tried to give me something. So I'd bring back a little food for her. I was young and a bit ignorant on our needs for nourishment based on body size. So I didn't catch onto just how much she was starving since I wasn't bringing her enough and eating too much before it ever really reached her mouth. It was only when she'd gotten cut and that wound took several days to heal that it hit me. Now being the merciful creature that I am, I didn't want to see her suffer and caring for her wasn't that easy since she never really had the strength that I did. So I showed her mercy and ate her--bones and all. Do I feel bad about? ******** no. I needed another meal, and she was living a shitty life. That's two birds with one stone. Think positively here, sheesh.
Without her, that did leave me on my own, but it's not like anyone really cared where I was or if I was doing okay. I didn't actually have anyone to care, and anyone that tried was killed because caring was something I viewed as weak and definitely something I didn't need around. Yeah yeah, I'll get to the actually sad s**t though. Sure, a guy can get lonely once he's not devoid of care for anyone at all. Don't ask me how I got it because that's something I forgot easily, but I remember getting a hold of a nice looking meat cleaver. There were dark clouds overhead and thunder off in the distance, but all I could think of was how lonely I felt and how shiny and cold that cleaver was. So I pressed it to my skull as hard as possible--which is a lot harder than most would naturally imagine--and let the blood drain down the side of my face. It was a pretty deep gash, and there was a lot of blood that was washed away by the rain that started pouring over my head and matting my seafoam green hair to my head. Honestly, I just hoped it would kill me. I was tired of hunting and running and searching for where I belonged. Bodies would go missing and no one ever asked questions, but they were all because I was hungry and those people didn't really have anyone either. It was a hunger I could never entirely satiate. Lying on the ground on my side, I just let the blood and water mix pool around me and closed my eyes. I'd eaten too much recently--I knew this because I could feel it slowly starting to try and fester back together. In pure defiance, I sat back up and dragged that blade across the exact spot repeatedly with more and more pressure until I was sure I could feel my skull.
That was a slower healing process, and I stitched it up after a bit knowing I was an idiot for thinking it would kill me but maybe stitching it and tampering with it would make a nice scar. At least I was right about one thing, ghouls could get scars if they tried hard enough. Instead of making me a bit more leery and cautious of my actions, I became more intrigued. I wanted to try it again in different areas. So I tested each of my wrists. The veins should've busted and killed me, but they held too well--go figure. I still managed to whittle away at the regenerative properties until there were two lovely scars adorned on my wrists. By this time, I'd turned about 16 and was a bit too fond of pain, if you ask some people. I'd like to think it's perfectly okay and toootally amazing, both to give and receive. My ability to gather bodies was much more of an improvement than that shameful excuse of a hunt I had acclaimed to when I was still a young one. That's not to say that I haven't gotten even better, of course. Around 18, I wanted to test just how good my leg strength was, so I repeated the scarring process just below my knees. The scars worked beautifully and it didn't hinder my speed in the slightest. I must say I was pretty impressed. Not many people knew my name since I kept that secret, but those that saw me and still lived knew what real fear felt like. It was empowering to see those little shits cower when they saw my familiar features. Part of me hoped my scars made a good defining feature for them as a reminder because that would serve them as good purpose, but could I really just go around terrorizing random strangers alone in alleys and hunting on my own?
Ooh, surprise surprise, he came home! I don't know why I felt this weird..joy? or whatever, but the one person that actually took their time to care for me finally came back home and could feed me again and we were all good. I got to work alongside him and...I think we're...uh close? Maybe that's the word I'm looking for. s**t, I dunno. It's difficult to say, really, but he's cool and I guess I won't eat him. So far, so good! I get to help kill people and get a good meal out of it! Win-win! You'll have to find the rest out for yourself. I'm tired of talking about myself. Yaaawwwn.
█ ABILITIES
Blood Empowerment -- Ingesting blood and/or flesh giving him
TAB-Enhanced durability --The power to sustain numerous blows of internal or external assaults.
TAB-Supernatural stamina --The ability to have a better stamina than what is naturally possible
TAB-Enhanced strength --The power to exert great strength from their muscles.
TAB-Regenerative Healing Factor --The ability to heal rapidly from any physical injury.
Pain Suppression-- The power to neutralize one's sensitivity to physical pain.
TAB-He built a high pain tolerance from all of the forced pain he put himself through making it difficult for him to feel the pain. He's just rather amused at the idea of someone trying to hurt him, which is why he still enjoys it despite the lack of feeling.
█ EXTRA
--Ace Daemon got him legalized after buying him off the black market and enabled him to be apart of the assassins guild as a type of side-kick along with someone that he sees as a son. Satoru is still sort of adjusting to seeing him as a father, but progress is progress either way.
